From: xtyronejx@aol.com (XTyroneJX)
Date: 17 Sep 1998 11:22:34 EDT
Jackson sat with his eyes closed as he approached the shore. It had been the strangest day in his life... hell anyone’s life. He wasn’t sure what was going on anymore, as he thought of what had happened.....
Tyrone knelt down beside the tree for protection. He could hear the bullets whizzing all around him. He heard the screams of his friends as the were being mowed down by the enemy. Yet he wasn’t going to hide.... that wasn’t his style. Taking the massive gun in his arms he stood up. His presence alone would scare the day lights out of people. He took a quick peek around and then started to fire the weapon much like the terminator.
“Come and get the big black daddy suckkkkers....”
His body vibrated as he fought to control the gun. He slowly inched forward as he kept up the spray. His body making a great target for death. Yet it was his style... his way to die.
“Jackson, get you arse down now. Your gonna ruin the whole damn operation you idiot”
He kept going though.... whether he didn’t hear his CO’s words, or he didn’t pay attention to them was anyone’s guess. A smile came to his lips though as he continued on.
“Come get papa bear... little wussessss”
He couldn’t see what he was shooting at, but it didn’t matter. In this forest any shot was a good shot. It was then that he ran out of bullets.
“Crap”
He knelt back down against a tree, and as he leaned against it he fell over. Shaking his head he got back up, and looked around. the sounds were gone... the forest silent.
“What the ....”
He stood up and looked around. Nothing was around.... nothing at all. Yet there was something.. he could feel it.
“Come and get some lovin you commiesss”
The next moment threw him into confusion though as two elves came forth from the brush... He stood bewildered as he looked at them. Raising his gun to them he motioned for them to stop. It was only after a slight glance at their eyes that the saw there were others around. Others with weapons no doubt. He continued to look at these strange things.. what they were he had no clue.... they looked like Spock from Star Trek.
“Waz up Dr Spock”
He looked to them for an answer. None came. Then the silence broke again as they finally spoke to him. It didn’t do much good though as he didn’t understand any of it. Not knowing who they were or what they were.... or what they were gonna do with him made him edgy. So his choice was clear.... Shoot first, and then ask the questions. He thought after all that the Inquirer would pay top money for these damn aliens. So without pause he started to
shoot, spraying his bullets around the place. He didn’t see the first arrow thud into his body armor. The bullet proof jacket stopping the arrow with ease.
“Damn”
He took off running, covering his tracks with a spray of bullets. He ran through the forest, his lumbering body not finding any easy path.... until he came to the shore. With luck there was a boat, and a human nonetheless that was in it getting ready to take off. Holding is gun to the guys head he hoped into the boat.....
“Go”
The man spoke some strange words and then the gun was no longer there.... replaced by a tree branch instead. Disgusted he threw it down at the water..... the arrows plunking off the boat, and himself. His Helmet stopped a few, but he knew it wasn’t long before one found the mark. the man took off though, and soon they were in safe distance.
“Damn man, what the hell ya doing back there.... I was almost killed.”
The man spoke in Tyrone’s tongue
“Give me your armor.. it is most intriguing. Why you ask? Because I saved your butt.... Oh don’t scowl at me.... you owe me.... What’s that? Where are you? Why Rhydin of course..... now shush... you must of taken a spill back there..... What’s that?.. ya never heard of this place.... oh brother ya must have been hurt bad..... Well ya look like a fighter eh?..... yeah I could tell..... Well then I will take you to the Arena then.... What’s the
Arena?.... dear boy you have much to relearn.... it is only the best place to fight because all the best come there... Kings, clansmen, leaders, dukes.... basically the best of the best..... And since you have no where to go.. I will take you there.... you’re bound to be good for something there... God knows you’re big enough.”
He looked at the old man in his robes. Then to the water.... the boat was moving, yet no one was moving it. His gun was gone, and now his armor. What the hell was going on he didn’t know. He closed his eyes to go back over the day.
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From: xtyronejx@aol.com (XTyroneJX)
Date: 16 Sep 1998 21:48:09 EDT
Jackson sat with his eyes closed as he approached the shore. It had been the strangest day in his life... hell anyone’s life. He wasn’t sure what was going on anymore, as he thought of what had happened.....
Tyrone knelt down beside the tree for protection. He could hear the bullets whizzing all around him. He heard the screams of his friends as the were being mowed down by the enemy. Yet he wasn’t going to hide.... that wasn’t his style. Taking the massive gun in his arms he stood up. His presence alone would scare the day lights out of people. He took a quick peek around and then started to fire the weapon much like the terminator.
“Come and get the big black daddy suckkkkers....”
His body vibrated as he fought to control the gun. He slowly inched forward as he kept up the spray. His body making a great target for death. Yet it was his style... his way to die.
“Jackson, get you arse down now. Your gonna ruin the whole damn operation you idiot”
He kept going though.... whether he didn’t hear his CO’s words, or he didn’t pay attention to them was anyone’s guess. A smile came to his lips though as he continued on.
“Come get papa bear... little wussessss”
He couldn’t see what he was shooting at, but it didn’t matter. In this forest any shot was a good shot. It was then that he ran out of bullets.
“Crap”
He knelt back down against a tree, and as he leaned against it he fell over. Shaking his head he got back up, and looked around. the sounds were gone... the forest silent.
“What the ....”
He stood up and looked around. Nothing was around.... nothing at all. Yet there was something.. he could feel it.
“Come and get some lovin you commiesss”
The next moment threw him into confusion though as two elves came forth from the brush... He stood bewildered as he looked at them. Raising his gun to them he motioned for them to stop. It was only after a slight glance at their eyes that the saw there were others around. Others with weapons no doubt. He continued to look at these strange things.. what they were he had no clue.... they looked like Spock from Star Trek.
“Waz up Dr Spock”
He looked to them for an answer. None came. Then the silence broke again as they finally spoke to him. It didn’t do much good though as he didn’t understand any of it. Not knowing who they were or what they were.... or what they were gonna do with him made him edgy. So his choice was clear.... Shoot first, and then ask the questions. He thought after all that the Inquirer would pay top money for these damn aliens. So without pause he started to
shoot, spraying his bullets around the place. He didn’t see the first arrow thud into his body armor. The bullet proof jacket stopping the arrow with ease.
“Damn”
He took off running, covering his tracks with a spray of bullets. He ran through the forest, his lumbering body not finding any easy path.... until he came to the shore. With luck there was a boat, and a human nonetheless that was in it getting ready to take off. Holding is gun to the guys head he hoped into the boat.....
“Go”
The man spoke some strange words and then the gun was no longer there.... replaced by a tree branch instead. Disgusted he threw it down at the water..... the arrows plunking off the boat, and himself. His Helmet stopped a few, but he knew it wasn’t long before one found the mark. the man took off though, and soon they were in safe distance.
“Damn man, what the hell ya doing back there.... I was almost killed.”
The man spoke in Tyrone’s tongue
“Give me your armor.. it is most intriguing. Why you ask? Because I saved your butt.... Oh don’t scowl at me.... you owe me.... What’s that? Where are you? Why Rhydin of course..... now shush... you must of taken a spill back there..... What’s that?.. ya never heard of this place.... oh brother ya must have been hurt bad..... Well ya look like a fighter eh?..... yeah I could tell..... Well then I will take you to the Arena then.... What’s the
Arena?.... dear boy you have much to relearn.... it is only the best place to fight because all the best come there... Kings, clansmen, leaders, dukes.... basically the best of the best..... And since you have no where to go.. I will take you there.... you’re bound to be good for something there... God knows you’re big enough.”
He looked at the old man in his robes. Then to the water.... the boat was moving, yet no one was moving it. His gun was gone, and now his armor. What the hell was going on he didn’t know. He closed his eyes to go back over the day.
Date: 16 Sep 1998 21:48:09 EDT
Jackson sat with his eyes closed as he approached the shore. It had been the strangest day in his life... hell anyone’s life. He wasn’t sure what was going on anymore, as he thought of what had happened.....
Tyrone knelt down beside the tree for protection. He could hear the bullets whizzing all around him. He heard the screams of his friends as the were being mowed down by the enemy. Yet he wasn’t going to hide.... that wasn’t his style. Taking the massive gun in his arms he stood up. His presence alone would scare the day lights out of people. He took a quick peek around and then started to fire the weapon much like the terminator.
“Come and get the big black daddy suckkkkers....”
His body vibrated as he fought to control the gun. He slowly inched forward as he kept up the spray. His body making a great target for death. Yet it was his style... his way to die.
“Jackson, get you arse down now. Your gonna ruin the whole damn operation you idiot”
He kept going though.... whether he didn’t hear his CO’s words, or he didn’t pay attention to them was anyone’s guess. A smile came to his lips though as he continued on.
“Come get papa bear... little wussessss”
He couldn’t see what he was shooting at, but it didn’t matter. In this forest any shot was a good shot. It was then that he ran out of bullets.
“Crap”
He knelt back down against a tree, and as he leaned against it he fell over. Shaking his head he got back up, and looked around. the sounds were gone... the forest silent.
“What the ....”
He stood up and looked around. Nothing was around.... nothing at all. Yet there was something.. he could feel it.
“Come and get some lovin you commiesss”
The next moment threw him into confusion though as two elves came forth from the brush... He stood bewildered as he looked at them. Raising his gun to them he motioned for them to stop. It was only after a slight glance at their eyes that the saw there were others around. Others with weapons no doubt. He continued to look at these strange things.. what they were he had no clue.... they looked like Spock from Star Trek.
“Waz up Dr Spock”
He looked to them for an answer. None came. Then the silence broke again as they finally spoke to him. It didn’t do much good though as he didn’t understand any of it. Not knowing who they were or what they were.... or what they were gonna do with him made him edgy. So his choice was clear.... Shoot first, and then ask the questions. He thought after all that the Inquirer would pay top money for these damn aliens. So without pause he started to
shoot, spraying his bullets around the place. He didn’t see the first arrow thud into his body armor. The bullet proof jacket stopping the arrow with ease.
“Damn”
He took off running, covering his tracks with a spray of bullets. He ran through the forest, his lumbering body not finding any easy path.... until he came to the shore. With luck there was a boat, and a human nonetheless that was in it getting ready to take off. Holding is gun to the guys head he hoped into the boat.....
“Go”
The man spoke some strange words and then the gun was no longer there.... replaced by a tree branch instead. Disgusted he threw it down at the water..... the arrows plunking off the boat, and himself. His Helmet stopped a few, but he knew it wasn’t long before one found the mark. the man took off though, and soon they were in safe distance.
“Damn man, what the hell ya doing back there.... I was almost killed.”
The man spoke in Tyrone’s tongue
“Give me your armor.. it is most intriguing. Why you ask? Because I saved your butt.... Oh don’t scowl at me.... you owe me.... What’s that? Where are you? Why Rhydin of course..... now shush... you must of taken a spill back there..... What’s that?.. ya never heard of this place.... oh brother ya must have been hurt bad..... Well ya look like a fighter eh?..... yeah I could tell..... Well then I will take you to the Arena then.... What’s the
Arena?.... dear boy you have much to relearn.... it is only the best place to fight because all the best come there... Kings, clansmen, leaders, dukes.... basically the best of the best..... And since you have no where to go.. I will take you there.... you’re bound to be good for something there... God knows you’re big enough.”
He looked at the old man in his robes. Then to the water.... the boat was moving, yet no one was moving it. His gun was gone, and now his armor. What the hell was going on he didn’t know. He closed his eyes to go back over the day.